Fuck Big Boy

I'm back again, reppin' and I got my four ten

Doin' you in when I creeps and spin the bin

Now the heat is on I'm comin' to get'cha

Went through the 17th and couldn't even find ya

Come to find out, that you were fat mouthin' and you'z a hoe

The only time you seen the 17th is at a show

Jealous muthafuckas wanna be like me

I represent that 3, the capital T-E-C

You bitches better keep my name out'cha mouth

Before I get a bag of that fire and wait outside your house

Nigga, I catch a drain, ain't no motive, ain't no blame on what I do ya

Cuz I'ma fuck over you

Now what's up? Cuz I don't think you ready to see no blood

Fuck all that asshole and leave ya fuckin' head swollen

I hit like floods, better yet, I stick like mud

Them bitches P-N-C, I leave'em in a pool of blood

Partners-N-Crime, y'all some bitches, y'all some snitches

You stupid clown, Chuck got'cha riches

[2nd Verse-B.G.]

Partners you bet not do no crime,

Get no time and go to JAIL

Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED

Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I Iet'cha know

Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes

I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open

Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'

Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split

Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist

Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name

You can't survive in this game cuz you niggas lame

I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit

Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split

I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real

I'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel

Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down

>From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground.

It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong

Rollin' wit Tec-9 snortin' dope best believe it's on

[Chorus-Tec-9]

Partners-N-Crime you ain't nothin' but bitches

Lick on the nuts and suck the dick

[Chorus-Lil Wayne]

Big Boy know, they ain't nothin' but hoes

[Chorus-B.G.]

You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke, BIATCH!

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse-Lil' Wayne]

Say "Ah ha, Ah ha", yeah you thought it was funny

When you tried to rap, hunt, stunt, front, on Ca$h Money

You must have been jealous of that title that we holdin'

Try to rep on that Local 580

You must have been too loaded, too loaded, too loaded

They tried to pull a lil' stunt, on that Local 580

Wanna be Pimp Daddy, Lil' Slim, and Baby

They put that whole CMR all up in they rap

They had us on they first tape and they proceed to sweat

So let's show them wannabes what we made of nigga

Try to knock a B.G., I'ma spray a nigga

Swear to God you was hard, but you don't want none of me

Cuz I'm a little-bitty killa off Amelia East

So put two and fall, see I ain't with that boy

Cuz all I do is grab my 9 and break a nigga off

Somethin' proper, I will make you droppa

I'ma baby gangsta, not no P-poppa

This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin'

Tryed to rock the crowd for the turf but couldn't make it

It was complicated so how you gonna rock them?

While they was busy doin' the Hike and Eddie Bow'n

I'ma stand my ground even though you try to bring me down

Cuz I'ma Ca$h Money clown from that Uptown, and I'm bout it

Nigga you know you not bout it,

Come around my way I'ma have to get ROWDY

[4th Verse-B.G.]

Damn, I hate a busta bitch talkin' shit

But when drama time come they scared to do it

Throw them thangs talkin' hard in the Mic

Say it in my face, be a man, and let's fight

Take it to the street with a real baby G

I'ma show ya I came bust caps send ya six feet

I ain't bout none of that playin' or assholin'

Nigga I'm splittin' wigs, leavin' heads swollen

Mystikal slippin' and on the pavement you get laid

Light up through ya hoe, I'ma grab you by them dookey braids

Put'cha head down, cuz I heard about'cha

In Desert Storm, Uncle Sam got that mouth up out'cha

So let me get that out'cha bitch,

I'ma run in your shit, cuz I'm a 13th nigga and I'm bout it

[Chorus]